Things Change Pt. 4/?
updating Things Change. i already have the next chapter going too, but i just got to typing this one up. This one is gonna be a bit shorter than the previous ones have been.
and i have been working on Cold Hearted but its just been slow going. dont worry i havent forgotten about that one.
pleased to enjoy!
Title: Things Change Pt. 4/?
Author: ZeppoGrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except Dan and Aiden.
Pairings: House/Cameron, Cameron/other
Spoilers: assume anything from season 2
Raitings: R? adult situations and language
Summary: Cameron’s return to PPTH turns her and House’s lives upside down.
Fic Theme Song: “Desperately” by Michelle Branch (soundtrack post a few posts down)
A/N: please keep in mind that as far as flashbacks go, i may not give you everything all at once. yeah, you prolly already knew that. *shutting up now*
”Take it from me, we don’t give sympathy
You can trust me, trust nobody
But I said you and me, we don’t have honesty
The things we don’t want to speak.”
Trust Me - The Fray
House strolled into the hospital around 9:30 on Monday morning, wearing his motorcycle jacket and carrying his backpack over one shoulder. He rode the elevator up to the usual floor and headed to his office, expecting to see his team waiting for him in the adjoining room.
There were files and the newspaper on the table and their bags were on the floor, but there was no team. A second later, he decided he didn’t really care; they had no patients, so at least they wouldn’t be bugging him.
Walking into his office, he looked up to see an angry woman sitting at his desk. He took a step back and checked the front of the door.
“Still my office.” He said to her, stepping back into the room. “That means you’re in my chair.”
Cameron glared at him as he came over and stood in front of her. Before she had left PPTH those four years ago, she would have gotten right up and let him sit down. Now, she folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs.
“I bet you’re pretty pleased with yourself.” She said angrily, her voice low and almost threatening.
“When am I not?” He countered, completely unphased by her emotions.
As always.
She continued to glade and he continued to look down at her, a mocking look in his eyes. “You’re in my chair.” He repeated.
Again, she ignored him. “It’s amazing, really, that after all these years, I still don’t understand the kind of sick, demented pleasure you get from messing with people.”
He set his bag down on the floor, next to his desk.
She stood up and put her hands on her hips, attempting to make herself appear more intimidating. “You want to mess with me? Fine, I can deal with that. But leave Dan out of it.”
“Why would I leave him out of the fun?”
“Leave him alone, and my son.” She turned to leave but he spoke when she was half way to the dor.
“I never knew you could lie so well.”
She turned to face him. “Excuse me?”
He slowly made his way over to her as he spoke. “You couldn’t lie your way out of a paper bag when you where here last; you’ve improved. You must have had a lot of practice.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Maybe, but at least I don’t lie about it.” He took a step closer and peered down at her. “Your marriage is a lie.”
“I’m not lying about being married.” She said defensively, obviously still angry.
“No, but you’re not in love.”
She rolled her eyes and started to respond but he didn’t let her.
“If you were really as in love as you say you are, there’s no way you would have been thinking about me at dinner the other night.”
That prompted the second eyeroll. “How could I not think about you when you show up uninvited and proceed to screw with my husband?!”
He took another step forward and lowered his voice a bit. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
She was so frustrated that she couldn’t even speak. She couldn’t stand to listen to him any longer; partly because he was being an ass and partly because he was right. Turning on her heel, she stormed out of his office, wishing she could slam the door.
****
He easily remembered when it had all started between them. It was when they were trying to diagnose Bob Palko. House knew it was heavy metal toxicity; he turned out to be right when it was discovered that the wife was poisoning him with gold.
After the wife had been dragged off in handcuffs, Cameron came to settle their bet.
He teased her, of course. “He’s becoming more attractive by the minute, isn’t he?”
“You’re pleased.” She replied.
“Do I look pleased?” He asked with a slight lift of an eyebrow.
Slowly, she made her way over to him and held his gaze for a moment. She reached down and pulled the money out of the rim of her pants.
He remembered now, that her pants that day did have pockets.
She held out the money and he took it, letting his fingers linger on her’s.
“Ignorance is bliss.” She said softly after she pulled her hand away.
He sat and thought about her after she left; he even smiled when he remembered her ‘threesome’ comment during the first differential.
Through the glass walls, he watched Chase and Foreman leave for the night. He decided to leave too and went into the adjoined off to leave his coffee mug in the sink. Cameron came in when his back was turned and went over to her desk to pack up for the night.
“That was something when you cornered the wife in the bathroom.” She said, sliding her laptop into her bag.
He turned, surprised that she was still in the hospital. “You’re not going to lecture me about shoving her against the wall?” He asked, tilting his head as he made his way towards her.
She pulled the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder and turned to him. “You were right… so I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“I guess not.”
They stood there looking at each other for a few moments before Cameron shifter her bag and looked away. “Well… goodnight, House.”
He didn’t reply; just nodded.
She left and he soon followed.
When he got home, he stole one of Wilson’s sandwiches out of the refrigerator and erased the messages on the answering machine. He stood in the kitchen for a while, taking his time with the sandwich and thinking about what had happened that day.
Why would Cameron make that comment about what had happened in the bathroom? Wouldn’t she usually yell at him for practically assaulting someone? It bothered him.
It bothered him more than it should have.
Before he knew it, he was standing at her door. She didn’t answer right away but when the door opened, he found her in a small black wifebeater top and black silk pajama pants.
“House?” She didn’t look surprised to see him. The silence that followed was awkward. “Did you come to just stand on my doorstep?” she teased slightly.
He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him.
“So, what’s up?” she asked.
He wasn’t really sure of what to say; he had only thought about coming over, not what would happen once he got there. He knew he wanted to kiss her. He also knew that if he tried to speak to lead up to the kiss, she would say something that would cause him to reconsider.
Closing the small gap between them, his hand went to the side of her neck, his thumb against her jaw, and he kissed her. Of course she kissed him back and he could feel her smiling against his lips.
House pulled back just an inch. “Stop smiling. I can’t kiss you when you’re smiling like an idiot.”
Cameron suppressed a laugh. “Sorry.”
He kissed her again, his tongue slipping past her lips and into her mouth. Her hands slid under his motorcycle jacket and gripped the sides of his shirt. Pulling away again, he shrugged off his jacket and threw it, aiming for the couch but it landed on the floor next to it. She immediately began to tug at his shirt and his hands grabbed her upper arms.
She knew this had been coming and when he opened his mouth, she stopped him.
“Don’t.”
He eased his grip on her arms.
“Please.” She said softly, stepping forward against him again.
He pushed away everything in his mind and pulled his shirt over his head.
The continued kissing, breaking apart every few moments to remove an article or two of clothing. Cameron quickly noted to herself how cliché it was that they actually left a trail of clothing from her living room to her bedroom.
They didn't make love or simply have sex; they fucked.
Even though he hadn’t said otherwise, he never once thought that it was a mistake.
Next Chapter
and i have been working on Cold Hearted but its just been slow going. dont worry i havent forgotten about that one.
pleased to enjoy!
Title: Things Change Pt. 4/?
Author: ZeppoGrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except Dan and Aiden.
Pairings: House/Cameron, Cameron/other
Spoilers: assume anything from season 2
Raitings: R? adult situations and language
Summary: Cameron’s return to PPTH turns her and House’s lives upside down.
Fic Theme Song: “Desperately” by Michelle Branch (soundtrack post a few posts down)
A/N: please keep in mind that as far as flashbacks go, i may not give you everything all at once. yeah, you prolly already knew that. *shutting up now*
”Take it from me, we don’t give sympathy
You can trust me, trust nobody
But I said you and me, we don’t have honesty
The things we don’t want to speak.”
Trust Me - The Fray
House strolled into the hospital around 9:30 on Monday morning, wearing his motorcycle jacket and carrying his backpack over one shoulder. He rode the elevator up to the usual floor and headed to his office, expecting to see his team waiting for him in the adjoining room.
There were files and the newspaper on the table and their bags were on the floor, but there was no team. A second later, he decided he didn’t really care; they had no patients, so at least they wouldn’t be bugging him.
Walking into his office, he looked up to see an angry woman sitting at his desk. He took a step back and checked the front of the door.
“Still my office.” He said to her, stepping back into the room. “That means you’re in my chair.”
Cameron glared at him as he came over and stood in front of her. Before she had left PPTH those four years ago, she would have gotten right up and let him sit down. Now, she folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs.
“I bet you’re pretty pleased with yourself.” She said angrily, her voice low and almost threatening.
“When am I not?” He countered, completely unphased by her emotions.
As always.
She continued to glade and he continued to look down at her, a mocking look in his eyes. “You’re in my chair.” He repeated.
Again, she ignored him. “It’s amazing, really, that after all these years, I still don’t understand the kind of sick, demented pleasure you get from messing with people.”
He set his bag down on the floor, next to his desk.
She stood up and put her hands on her hips, attempting to make herself appear more intimidating. “You want to mess with me? Fine, I can deal with that. But leave Dan out of it.”
“Why would I leave him out of the fun?”
“Leave him alone, and my son.” She turned to leave but he spoke when she was half way to the dor.
“I never knew you could lie so well.”
She turned to face him. “Excuse me?”
He slowly made his way over to her as he spoke. “You couldn’t lie your way out of a paper bag when you where here last; you’ve improved. You must have had a lot of practice.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Maybe, but at least I don’t lie about it.” He took a step closer and peered down at her. “Your marriage is a lie.”
“I’m not lying about being married.” She said defensively, obviously still angry.
“No, but you’re not in love.”
She rolled her eyes and started to respond but he didn’t let her.
“If you were really as in love as you say you are, there’s no way you would have been thinking about me at dinner the other night.”
That prompted the second eyeroll. “How could I not think about you when you show up uninvited and proceed to screw with my husband?!”
He took another step forward and lowered his voice a bit. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
She was so frustrated that she couldn’t even speak. She couldn’t stand to listen to him any longer; partly because he was being an ass and partly because he was right. Turning on her heel, she stormed out of his office, wishing she could slam the door.
****
He easily remembered when it had all started between them. It was when they were trying to diagnose Bob Palko. House knew it was heavy metal toxicity; he turned out to be right when it was discovered that the wife was poisoning him with gold.
After the wife had been dragged off in handcuffs, Cameron came to settle their bet.
He teased her, of course. “He’s becoming more attractive by the minute, isn’t he?”
“You’re pleased.” She replied.
“Do I look pleased?” He asked with a slight lift of an eyebrow.
Slowly, she made her way over to him and held his gaze for a moment. She reached down and pulled the money out of the rim of her pants.
He remembered now, that her pants that day did have pockets.
She held out the money and he took it, letting his fingers linger on her’s.
“Ignorance is bliss.” She said softly after she pulled her hand away.
He sat and thought about her after she left; he even smiled when he remembered her ‘threesome’ comment during the first differential.
Through the glass walls, he watched Chase and Foreman leave for the night. He decided to leave too and went into the adjoined off to leave his coffee mug in the sink. Cameron came in when his back was turned and went over to her desk to pack up for the night.
“That was something when you cornered the wife in the bathroom.” She said, sliding her laptop into her bag.
He turned, surprised that she was still in the hospital. “You’re not going to lecture me about shoving her against the wall?” He asked, tilting his head as he made his way towards her.
She pulled the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder and turned to him. “You were right… so I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“I guess not.”
They stood there looking at each other for a few moments before Cameron shifter her bag and looked away. “Well… goodnight, House.”
He didn’t reply; just nodded.
She left and he soon followed.
When he got home, he stole one of Wilson’s sandwiches out of the refrigerator and erased the messages on the answering machine. He stood in the kitchen for a while, taking his time with the sandwich and thinking about what had happened that day.
Why would Cameron make that comment about what had happened in the bathroom? Wouldn’t she usually yell at him for practically assaulting someone? It bothered him.
It bothered him more than it should have.
Before he knew it, he was standing at her door. She didn’t answer right away but when the door opened, he found her in a small black wifebeater top and black silk pajama pants.
“House?” She didn’t look surprised to see him. The silence that followed was awkward. “Did you come to just stand on my doorstep?” she teased slightly.
He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him.
“So, what’s up?” she asked.
He wasn’t really sure of what to say; he had only thought about coming over, not what would happen once he got there. He knew he wanted to kiss her. He also knew that if he tried to speak to lead up to the kiss, she would say something that would cause him to reconsider.
Closing the small gap between them, his hand went to the side of her neck, his thumb against her jaw, and he kissed her. Of course she kissed him back and he could feel her smiling against his lips.
House pulled back just an inch. “Stop smiling. I can’t kiss you when you’re smiling like an idiot.”
Cameron suppressed a laugh. “Sorry.”
He kissed her again, his tongue slipping past her lips and into her mouth. Her hands slid under his motorcycle jacket and gripped the sides of his shirt. Pulling away again, he shrugged off his jacket and threw it, aiming for the couch but it landed on the floor next to it. She immediately began to tug at his shirt and his hands grabbed her upper arms.
She knew this had been coming and when he opened his mouth, she stopped him.
“Don’t.”
He eased his grip on her arms.
“Please.” She said softly, stepping forward against him again.
He pushed away everything in his mind and pulled his shirt over his head.
The continued kissing, breaking apart every few moments to remove an article or two of clothing. Cameron quickly noted to herself how cliché it was that they actually left a trail of clothing from her living room to her bedroom.
They didn't make love or simply have sex; they fucked.
Even though he hadn’t said otherwise, he never once thought that it was a mistake.
Next Chapter